Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead

I listened to this book. I was hard to listen to so many swirling anxious thoughts all the time, but also I get it. It's probably hard to listen to because I have thoughts like this.

I hated all the times Gilda chose to lie to protect herself or her situation, but I also get it.

I hated all the times she struggled to do any small, simple thing, but I get it. At the end, when she is able to do so. many. things. (make her bed! brush and floss her teeth! cut up an apple! rinse her dishes and put them away!) it is mind-boggling to imagine struggling that much but also Doing That Much. (I'm sure you can tell I've struggled with anxiety and depression, by this point.)

Throughout this book, I've wanted to stop reading it a number of times because I was tired of her self-sabotage. That's why making toast and laughing with Eleanor would have been a really happy happy ending. But Mittens was the icing on the cake.

“What the fuck? You're alive!” Indeed.